Month: May 2018
May My Heart be the Garden
Sharing a beautiful insight and heart for His glory blooming in Laurette’s garden. Thank you for sharing His beauty with us.
Good Morning.
Today while I was out watering, I thought about how these flowers bring glory to God. They are doing exactly what they are created and designed to do. Nothing more, nothing less. They bring beauty to our world just by blooming and growing. And they do it season after season. They endure summers hot blasting heat, then the winters bitter cold and then they begin again. They return and multiply each year with the same enthusiasm. I desire to serve our Lord Jesus, with this same enthusiasm as these flowers.
We can certainly learn valuable lessons from flowers. Just by looking at the garden where these flowers grow, and knowing the climate and the soil.
Years ago The Lord really spoke to me about how flowers bloom to the glory of God. He didn’t speak in an audible voice, it was if I heard it in my spirit. I had never thought about flowers blooming to bring God glory. They do…
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Heart Dance
“Easy like Sunday morning”
I can hear the music’s strand.
Perfect heart and harmony
To dance upon the land.
Morning light,
Birds in flight,
The song of cooing doves.
“Easy like Sunday morning”,
All blessings from above.”
“His glory covered the heavens
And the earth was full of His Praise.”
Habakkuk 3:3 NKJV
Richie, Lionel. “Easy Like Sunday Morning”. Album Encore. 2002
Poem by denisebalog©2018
Photos captured by denisebalog©2017
Walk don’t Race
“Don’t lose sight of the vision.
For with God there is no revision.
Only mercy and grace
In life’s empty place.
For His plan is a walk
And not a hopeless race.”
“Have you not heard?
The Everlasting God,
The LORD,
The Creator of the ends of the earth,
Neither faints nor is weary…
He gives power to the weak,
And to those who have no might
He increases strength..
They shall run and not be weary,
They shall walk and not faint.”
Isaiah 40:28-31 NKJV
Poem by denisebalog 2018
Photo capture by denisebalog 2017
The Blessings of The Bread
“Bless my hands and order my steps;
Each one according to
Your Word direct.
Bless my basket and kneading bowl.
Weaving time of refreshment, and
Rest for the soul.”
“Blessed shall be your basket and your kneading bowl.”
Deuteronomy 28:5 NJKV
Poem by denisebalog©2018
Photograph by denisebalog©2018
Captured in The Nazareth Village, Nazareth, Israel
Lightroom Preset – Vintage Cinematic
Folds of Peace
“Share my coffee with me Lord.
Let me curl up under Your
Blanket of joy.
Dig in deep beneath Your
Folds of peace;
Beginning this day with the
Words You Speak.”
“For I know the thoughts I think toward you,
Says, the Lord,
Thoughts of peace and not evil,
To give you a future and a hope.”
Jeremiah 29:11 NKJV
“The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.” Isaiah 61:3 NKJV
“For He has clothed me with the garment of Salvation,
He has covered me with the robe of (His) Righteousness.”
Isaiah 61:10 NKJV
Poem by denisebalog©2018
Photos by denisebalog©2018
Cooing Song
“In the Valley of the Doves
Is where I heard my Faithful Love.
The cooing of His song
Carried my feet along.
Searching for His path;
The sounds of joy
His gentle laugh.
On rocky hills we made our climb;
Guiding steps one at a time.
Further up He sang to me.
Open heart my eyes could see.
Purest Love for all time;
For I am His and
He is mine.”
“O my Dove,
In the clefts of the Rock,
In the secret places of the cliff,
Let me see Your face,
Let me hear Your Voice;
For Your Voice is sweet,
And Your Face is lovely.”
Song of Solomon 2:14 NKJV
“My Beloved is mine,
And I am His.”
Song of Solomon 2:16 NKJV
Jesus said…
“And I will pray the Father, and
He will give you another Helper that
He may abide with you forever –
“The Spirit of Truth” –
Whom the world cannot receive,
Because it neither sees Him nor knows Him,
But you know Him,
For He dwells with you and
Will be with you.”
John 14:16&17 NKJV
Poem by denisebalog©2018
Photographs by denisebalog©2018 – Galilee area, The Valley of the Doves, Israel
Watchtowers Keep
“Rainy streets
Are where
Watchtowers keep
When sleep evades
And memories speak.”
“Upon a watchtower
I stand, O Lord,
Continually by day,
And at my post I am
Stationed whole nights.”
Isaiah 20:8 ESV
View from the Ambassador Hotel the night before our departure home– Jerusalem January 2018
Poem by denisebalog©2018
Photography by denisebalog©2018
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